January 2012
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Bold Statements: A continuing series of dumb ideas...
I fucking hate Blondie. More than that, I think they’re a bunch of disco-loving new wave phonies. I can’t deal with the punk cred they end up getting from cultural commentators, which seems to me more a by-product of right place right time of their birth than of actual punk rock ethos.
And I’m not even talking about their sound. I think punk is an ethic not an aesthetic. The...
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God, I did that last post almost purely for the #hashtags. Pretty meta.
Conner, you better reblog/like this, you Truffaut-watching motherfucker.
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“…And wanting beyond wanting,
(As we’re wont to do)
Will leave us...”
– A newly discovered fragment of a poem by Charles Dodgeson (Lewis Carrol)
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Star Fucking Hipsters - Ana Ng
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Gramma said
“There’s bone
And there’s flesh
And there’s the child of both
A greedy, hungry bastard
He’ll eat you whole and make you fat with him.”
I went to bed that night
And all I could think about
Was a rotting jellyfish under my skin,
Spongy, stinking blossoms erupting from my small, thin limbs
Wet and polypus
This body, a dying sack of fluids and clotted tissue
But then there was Jack
Born...
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On those nights when you know the heat isn’t just in your head.
On those nights where the colors don’t stick to the walls like they’re supposed to, sliding.
On those nights where all you can dream about is sweating, and all you can think about is innocence.
I spill the glass of icewater on the couch. Normally, I think I’d jump up and try to clean it, but tonight its just water as it seeps through...
All those drunken affirmations
Won’t mean a thing in the morning
When it’s all left your system
And so have I
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You get many wishes in your life; nobody ever taught you how to use them though. You find yourself in many places thinking many things. You are given and you recede. The sun will rise, yellow and white, and you will be held accountable for every word you’ve ever said. The judgment is small and quiet, and rendered every minute of every day. It’s rulings are fair, for all things are fair...
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For a joke
I will laugh at the wretched and despairing
For a joke
I will level all accounts
For a joke
I will spill the loving cup
For a joke
I will cry
For a joke
I will mount a crusade against the light
For a joke
I will sacrifice family and friends,
Beloved pets,
Upon the cracked, chipping alter
And while I do this
You will see my eyes glinting up at you
That timid, probing smile
As I...
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No I WON’T go!
To where the monsters grow
No I WON’T go!
Play the sympathies of nights
Edify this edict!
All things must turn to rot
And blistered as in bloat
Will broach our boorish brothers
In their flight!
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I find myself
Growing more perverse every day.
“Kinky” might not be the word,
For it more resembles
An unknotting
An unraveling
A slow and steady unspooling
Into a little placid puddle
Quietly content on the floor
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“Spector once said of Wilson: “I’d like to have a nickel for every joint he...”
– Brian Wilson and Phil Spector are the Holmes and Moriarty of pop music. (via twentypercentcooler)
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Give me your lips
Give me your tongue
Give me eyes closed
Heart throbbing
And make your case.
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Not all writ
smudged by someone’s palm
is a fucking offer.
Behold! A New Aphorism Is Born
New 90s style insult: calling someone a “Swamp Dinosaur”
Example:
“We had this lunch lady in high school. We used to call her ‘swamp dinosaur.’”
“That guy is such a fucking Swamp Dinosaur.”
“Dude, his mom. TOTAL S.D.”
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Water.
Water.
We are all of and in
Water
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There should be a fruit
With flesh like dried cherries
But that was the size of a pineapple
I can feel it in my heady teeth biting down
Gently rending the soft, dry flesh
The acid whiplash
Mellowed by the earthen sweetness
More like a root or yam
Than a fruit
It must be the feeling
A lion feels
As its teeth
Calmly,
Without violence
Tears reams into the meat
Of its prey.
“I sold some of your comics,” my father said, feeble and terrified,”from when you were a kid. I sold some and never told you.”
I had a momentary sensation, like a pindrop inside of me, that I’d actually thought that before. It had occurred to me that some comics has simply gone missing without explanation and I had thought then that he might have sold them to get...
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Fragments of a dream poem
And now the family of mandrake
All gathered round like a great dinner plate
We watch, the hollow under our eyes
Howling
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a hole so deep
it’s no hole at all
teeth clenched
steeling yourself
brace
and be brave
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I apologize (to myself mostly) for the the belatedness of this one. The truth is, I needed to dream it before I could write it.
I dreamed last night
That before I was born
My mother and my stepfather
(yes, my stepfather)
Had another son
Who died when he was very young.
And suddenly,
I felt like our lives made sense
The way my parents are
It could be nothing short
Of a thin curtain of endless...
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“Perhaps the album’s standout track is the pulsating...”
– Taken from the press for an artist I’ve recently found.
Sigh. OK. I’ve left out the offending song title and artist’s name because, honestly, I really like the artist and song in question. But “the haunting darkness of Tom Waits” is a nonsense thing. It’s not...
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Haiku for a winters eve
I can’t explain how
Happy I am with this new song,
Except through haiku
haikus totally
count as a fuckin’ poem,
you damn dirty ape
“planet of the apes”
was originally called
“the monkey planet”
“1. never follow an artist who describes his or her work as ‘dark’ .
2. the...”
– Robert Forster - The 10 Rules of Rock and Roll (via newspeedwayboogie)
Apt. Probably true.
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Mourned Remus
The linding clocks
And tickering tocks
The wails behind the wall
All wassel up the windel
And pretext twhere the trol
Torn nine-five-seven
And wixestick
Mourned Remus, rife and wrall
But fair not hut,
Nor tifinal
Wix nine, fortell my fall
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The View From Below
The view from below
Has power.
We see the chinks in the armor
And the little grotesque things
That dangle closer to our up-stretched arms every day.
The problem:
That is that nauseous, treacley feeling
That you live with every day
At being laughed at
By people with a full plate
And unkind hearts
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1. Fox
As the fox scurried through the forest
He remembered,
He had to pay a debt to the old black bear.
He fretted,
Unsure of what bears use for currency.